XNUM X night

This song, I named him "Heart Earthquake".

He said he wanted to eat the most expensive and best food in Xicheng, but Ye Siran still dragged Sang Yintian into a small restaurant in the bustling snack street in the city center.

Because it rained heavily in the evening, not many people come to dine now.Sang Yintian forgot to wear a mask, and was easily recognized by several waiters in this small restaurant.

Fortunately, they were polite, just smiled and asked for an autograph, and then took the two of them to the innermost box.

"Oh, by the way, I created a new piece of music at school some time ago, do you want to listen to it when we go back tonight?" Ye Siran gently squeezed Sang Yintian's little finger, turned her head and put it on the stool Gig Bag, "And well, I even gave this piece a very special name."

"A special name? What's it called?" Sang Yintian was pressed on the wooden bench by his shoulders, and then he raised his eyes and glanced out the window.

Although this small restaurant is a bit small, its location is not bad.Looking out of the window, you can just see an old alley. There is a whole ivy on the opposite stone wall. The rain washes the emerald green leaves. Especially under the reflection of the street lamp, it looks like a green gem bestowed by God.

"How about "Heartquake"? Isn't it very special?" Ye Siran also sat down, took off his coat casually, and hung it on a black hanger in the corner of the box. There is no food, do you want me to tell you about the inspiration for this song?"

"Okay." Sang Yintian reached out and picked up the empty glass in front of him, poured some orange juice into it, and finally pushed it to Ye Siran's desk, tilted his head and slanted his mouth. "As long as you want to say."

"However... this story seems to be a bit long—" Ye Sizan took a sip of orange juice, leaned forward, and his chest rested on the edge of the table. He raised his arms again, dragging his hands and looking at The whole creeper outside the glass window slowly closed its eyes. "14 years ago, I was born in a small town..."

Sang Yintian suddenly turned his head and glanced at Ye Siran.It turns out that the protagonist of this story is Ye Siran.No, after this weekend Ye Siran will really enter his 20s, how could he be born 14 years ago.What's more, Ye Siran was born in England, not the small town mentioned in the story.

So... the only possibility is that Ye Siran just wanted to tell this story from his own perspective.And this way is also the most empathetic and even the most painful.

"My name is Shuang Ting." Ye Siran's eyelashes trembled, "The moonlight and frost outside the window are heavy, listening to plum blossoms. It is my mother's favorite poem when she was alive, so she named me Shuang Ting."

"You..." Sang Yintian opened his mouth, but finally fell silent.He chose to listen to the real story behind the piece.

"Probably because my mother was hurt when she was pregnant with me." Ye Sizan's eyes were complicated, and she pointed to her right ear, "So...my ear has been unable to hear any sound since birth."

Sang Yintian's eyes also darkened.The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the leaves of the ivy could no longer withstand the heavy rain, shaking in the wind. "Then what happened next?"

"Later, the children in the neighborhood said I was a monster..." Ye Siran was looking somewhere, the corners of her eyes were red, and she sunk into it, "A monster that no one wants."

"At that time, my mother chose to drag her sickly body to work as a part-time worker in someone else's house for me. She was worried about me and would take me with her to sit downstairs in a high-end residential area and count the flowers in the flower bed. How many petals are there... The children passing by were wearing beautiful clothes and red bow ties. I stood up and waved to them, but..."

"But they all threw stones at me." Ye Siran opened his eyes, and rubbed the corners of his eyes with the tip of his right finger.

Knowing that her mother would bring her here today, Shuang listened to her favorite dress.But now, the chest is covered with dust.His pupils were filled with the ridicule of countless people.

"Later, my mother passed away because of overwork." Ye Siran stood up suddenly, walked to the window, pointed on the glass window with her finger, and wrote the name "Shuang Ting".Then he took a deep breath, leaned against the wall next to him, and closed his eyes again.

It was as if he was in a fantasy world built by himself.

"I remember that it was raining heavily that day, and my mother just hugged me and sat under the eaves, pointing to the only locust tree in the yard and saying—"Shuang listen, mom may not survive this winter."...But The truth is, she didn't even make it through that night.The locust tree in the yard hasn’t bloomed yet, and the trunks are bare..." Ye Siran’s voice became very low, and something penetrated his body, and then passed through his eyes, "After that, I was killed by the neighbor next door. Grandma was sent to an orphanage..."

Suddenly, the door of the box was knocked twice, the illusion that had been built suddenly collapsed, and Ye Sizan opened his eyes.

Sang Yintian frowned, opened the door and gestured for silence.He took two dinner plates from the girls, and finally placed them gently on the table.

Ye Siran looked a little disappointed, but he turned around and smiled at Sang Yintian. "Forget it, this story is too long, let's talk about it next time."

"Okay." Sang Yintian was stunned for a moment, then picked up a pair of wooden chopsticks on the table and handed them to Ye Siran. "Then let's eat first, it's all your favorite dishes."

Ye Siran shrugged, and first put a large piece of braised pork in Sang Yintian's bowl.

This meal was very unpleasant, Ye Siran seemed to have something on his mind, except for adding some seasonal vegetables to Sang Yintian's bowl from time to time, he still didn't say a word.

When they returned to Ye's villa, Sang Yintian reached out to turn on the light in the living room, but was stopped by Ye Siran.He hugged Sang Yintian tightly from behind, bent over, and rested his chin on his shoulder. "I want to finish this story. Would you... still want to hear it?"

Sang Yintian's finger touched the switch, but for some reason, he suddenly enjoyed the darkness now.

"Okay." Sang Yintian smiled, held Ye Siran's hand, and kissed the corner of his mouth with thin lips. "Later, Shuang went to the orphanage, and who did she meet?"

"Meet a girl, a girl who... can play the violin." Ye Siran led Sang Yintian to the French window.The rain has stopped, with a cool breeze. "The classroom in the orphanage is very small, and the girl is really short. Every time she came over panting, she would carry a small bench and stand on it with both feet, only then could she see the music book on the desk..."

"That was the first time I heard the sound of the violin. It was intermittent and the tone was very miserable. I hate this kind of sound, so every day I take a nap, I can't help but cover the only ear that can hear the sound. The corner of Ye Sizan's mouth slanted slightly, and he blinked lightly, "The location of the orphanage is too remote. In that summer, I couldn't hear anything except the singing of cicadas and the sad song of the violin."

Shuang Ting began to hate that girl, hated thinking of her deceased mother from her piano sound.He was all alone and was about to rot.

"When the other children were playing hide-and-seek in the yard, I was sitting on the steps next to me. Through the window in front of me, I could still see the girl standing on the stool, playing the violin with her eyes closed. After a few minutes, she would Suddenly stopped, breathing heavily, frowning tightly, clutching his chest with his right hand. Later, the dean told me that the girl was actually the same as me... I couldn’t hear it, she couldn’t live.”

Her heart is broken and there is no cure for it.

Part of the full moon outside the window was hidden in the clouds, and Ye Siran's eyes suddenly became a little dazed. "And then, I walked into that little classroom. I told her..."I hid a treasure in the yard yesterday, and if you can find it, it's yours."...I just wanted to tease her Unexpectedly, that girl actually believed it.She put down the violin in her hand and got off the stool while leaning against the wall next to her.She started smiling at me, her eyes narrowed into a line.She asked me - "Really? Is it a gift for me?"..."

The smile on the girl's face made Shuang think of her dead mother again.Because after she passed away, no one laughed at Shuang again.For some reason, he suddenly nodded and walked over to hold the girl's hand.The girl's hands were very cold, without any warmth.

Night Breeze was a little anxious, and Ye Siran's breathing was so cool that it was hard to be serious.His eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes were already wet, like black ribbons. "I finally lied to her. The girl searched the yard for a long time, and finally stood in front of me with a pale face and apologized to me-"I'm sorry, I couldn't find that gift".At this moment, I suddenly realized that this world is not completely rotten, and there are still people lingering. "

Shuang Ting took a deep breath, and took out a gray-black stone from his pocket.He just picked it up from the mound in the backyard after eating in the morning. He wanted to scare the girl by smashing the window of the classroom while she wasn't paying attention.

"I gave her the dirty stone, and I told her that it was actually a button. I couldn't even fool me, but the girl believed it again. She held up the piece Shi Zi, squeezed his eyes and said thank you. At that time, I realized that a person who is about to die is actually living harder than me."

"Later, she became my first friend in this world. I started to go to the classroom to listen to her play the violin, and I put my left ear close to her. We blew through the summer wind together and looked at the maple leaves in the autumn together. , and ended up lying on the window sill of the classroom watching the snow in winter.”

The mother didn't survive that winter, and neither did the girl.

"She was lying on the hospital bed, her lips were so white that it reminded me of the horror movie I watched together. I wanted to cry, but the tears were dry and I couldn't cry, so the girl asked me if I was trying to scare her on purpose." Ye Siran suddenly pursed her lips, stood up straight and stared into the distance, "The girl grabbed my hand, without any strength, she suddenly smiled and asked me - "Listen Shuang, will your heart shake?" ?” I was stunned for a long time, and tears really flowed out.I told her "no"... The girl laughed again, the voice was so low that I could hardly hear it, I turned my face sideways, and put the ear that could hear the voice close to her mouth.I heard her say—"But I will, my heart will quake, so...do you think I'm stronger than everyone else?"...But she couldn't hear my answer, because at the end of this After a few words, she really left this world. "

The girl whose heart would quake died on this winter night.

Ten years later, Shuang Ting left the orphanage with the violin left by the girl.A boy who was born with a hearing impairment finally embarked on a musical path that didn't belong to him.

"That's why I named this piece..."Heartquake." Ye Siran didn't know when he brought his violin from the piano bag. He stood upright, raised his arms, and set it up playing posture.

The melodious tune is like the thin snow falling slowly in winter, lightly covering Ye Siran's shoulders.He regarded himself as Shuang Ting in the story, and played out his regrets with that girl with his own hands.

Sang Yintian closed his eyes and listened carefully, always finding those two small figures in the darkness.He never thought that Ye Siran's violin could bring him unprecedented silence.

This song is not long, short and not short, telling their stories, and it seems to be expressing the resentment in Ye Siran's heart.

Ye Wanlu's text message was sent at 8 o'clock on Sunday morning. The content was simple and clear. It only wrote the venue of the concert and emphasized that the two of them should come over early to meet people.After all, people of Ye Wanlu's status invited all the prominent figures in Xicheng.And he feels that many friends are also many paths, and he hopes that Ye Siran's future path will be easy.

Of course, Ye Wanli had sent Ye Siran a list of performances a few hours ago, most of which were world famous songs.It's just that Ye Siran didn't accept it, he stood in front of the window for a long time, and decided to play the song "Heartquake" in his concert.

A lot of people were invited to Ye Siran's personal concert. Sang Yintian sat in the co-pilot and saw a luxury car parked outside a five-star hotel after a long distance.He subconsciously took a deep breath, and turned his head to look at Ye Siran who was silent. "Are you nervous? There will be a lot of people coming today."

"A little bit..." Ye Siran's right hand left the steering wheel, and he didn't know what to fumble in his pocket.Until an orange fructose appeared in his palm, and finally he peeled off the sugar coating and threw it into his mouth. "However, I'm not afraid, and I don't intend to back off. It's just... I have a small request."

"Huh?" Sang Yintian was very curious, and tilted his head, "What request?"

"Can you sit close to me? As long as... as long as I can see you, I won't be afraid."

Sang Yintian couldn't help laughing, and stretched out his hand to scrape the tip of Ye Siran's nose. "Okay, I'll sit in the front row, where you can see it."

Ye Siran stood outside the hotel door, still holding a black violin bag in his right hand, finally took a deep breath, and followed Sang Yintian into the gorgeous and exquisite revolving door.

"Xiaoran—" Ye Wanli's voice came from nowhere, and Sang Yintian looked around but saw no sign of him. "This way—look up, the second floor!"

Only then did Ye Siran raise his head, meeting Ye Wanlu's eyes.This man... was dressed very formally today. The dark gray suit was flat without even a single wrinkle, and a silver tie clip was pinned to the black tie. Just by looking at it, he thought it was expensive.

In addition, there were several elderly middle-aged men standing beside Ye Wanlu, all of whom lowered their heads and held up the wine glasses in their hands to Ye Siran.

"Laugh." Sang Yintian bumped Ye Siran's arm, "Don't be in a daze."

Ye Siran really did what Sang Yintian said, the corner of his mouth slightly slanted, and he waved his hand upstairs.Ye Wanlu was completely shocked by this scene, he frowned, and then looked at Sang Yintian with a relaxed expression, his eyes seemed to be thanking him.

No, not like, this is thanks.